The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1887-04-02
A FEW RHYMES.
Must Be His sweetheart.

A FEW RHYMES.
Must Be His Sweetheart.
Here she comes, with step like laddie'A
And whistle as sweet and as clear
As a birds in one hand lightly swinging
Her hat, and her hair rather queer;
And her eyes have diamond brightness
AS, nearing, she calls: 'sYo! hol no!
Saw you ever lovelier morning?
What say you, old chap, to row"'
Oh! isn't she breezy and easy,
And free from all fine-lady airs?
Skirts guiltless of founces and rutfles,
And neat-htting jersey she wears.
She can jump-a low fence-quite expert1y,
Play ball in the cleverest way,
And drive with go that is startling,
And beat every game at croquet.
When she laughs-why, she laughs; when sh
talks, you
Will probably hear her use some
Expressions at school never taught her,
Such as ''Chestnuts,' - 'sYou bet" and 'sYum
YUM
But if any ones got any fault to
Find with her, whate're it may be,
hereby that person admonish
He'd better steer quite clear of me.
-Harper's Bazar.
ADafsy.
On messy banks beneath the trees
The violet loves to- dwell.
It casts its scent on every breeze
That sweeps its native dell.
The woodland smiles with primrose flower
When April paints the scene.
Soon bluebells haunt the self-same bowers
And orchids blush between.
The honeysuczle's sweet perfume
Revives the sultry air,
When songsters throng the forest gloom,
And MARBLE everywhere.
lBut you, my sweet daisy, need no shade
To clothe your sunny form.
You dwell not in the leafy glade,
But breast the rising storm.
Where other flowers would droop and die
You deck the grassy sod:
And upward glance with golden eye
To meet the gaze of God.
-Wa!ter Knapton Lea0ia
Love q La Mode.
The die is cast, and all is over,
And when again we meet
I'll be the friend, and not the lover
Who once was at her feet.
We did not part for vulgar reasons,
AS plebeian lovers do,
And for the space of several seasons
Were really fond and true.
She was a proud blue FLOODED maiden,
Who reverenced Plymouth Rock;
Her family tree with fruit was laden,
OF most exclusive stock.
I Thought that she returned my passion,
That she was far above
The follies of the world of fashion
Which know not how to love.
And yet left her broken-hearted,
And full of fond alarms,
The day the dread news was impaired
Ihad no coat Of arms.
e. D. Person.
Uncertainty.
We know not when we two may meet
If e'er within our earthly ken,
Or in the farthest distance sweet,
Dear love, we know not when.
Weknow not where the lilies bloom
For us so stately, tall and fair.
In garden beds, or on tomb
Dear love, we know not where.
We can not tell if ever we
In rapture may together dwell
What suns may rise for you and me,
Dear love, we can not tell.
Yet some fair day hope and pray
Your heart will answer to my call,
Then, when all doubts are swept away
Dear love, we shall know all.
-A6bie r. Judd, IN CuTreak
Resemblance and Difference.
A gun is like a bank cashier,
Not only cause it has it's stock,
But that it's apt, in going off,
To generate little shock;
Herein, tho. is a difference,
To which your reason will assent,
The gun is often charged with shot,
The cashier with embeZZlement.
-Yonkers G0zettA
He Took One.
The store was dimly lighted, and
The clerk my wants employed
Leaned DER the counter toward me, VIII,
Her listless fingers toyed
Among some samples of the trade
Surmounted by card which said:
"Take one"
She raised the placard carelessly,
Until it touched her lips;
She seemed to hide kiss behind
Her slender finger tips;
Her blue eyes plainly seemed to say:
"You can't, but don't you wish you mayr
Her lips were smiling coyly, though
Hooked over at the card, and so
Past and Present.